Author's Note: I do not own any companies mentioned ou One Direction.
NIALL's POV
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Okay. This didn't work very well for Harry but I think it'll work for me. I just lit up 45 candles on a bridge. I think it's beautiful. I have a picnic of Nando's in the middle. I can't cook. I called her.
... Ring... Ring... Ring....
"Hello?" I heard her sweet voice flood through the phone.
"Hey Al. Come to the park. Go to the bridge."
"The one that I love?"
"Yeah. The pretty one."
"Okay. Be there in 10!" she a dit and hung up.
I started putting fleurs everywhere. I had bought 11 bouquets. 10 to decorate with and 1 to give to her.
AL's POV
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I walked across the park heading towards my favori bridge. The bridge I had loved as a child watching the poisson swim under it. I saw Niall waiting for me. He ran up to me and kissed me. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close, protecting me from the night's cold air.
"I l’amour you." He smiled.
"I l’amour toi forever." I smiled back, leaning my head against his.
"Come here." he said. He took my hand gently, and lead me over to the bridge.
"Oh my god. It's beautiful. toi did all this?" I asked looking into his blue eyes.
He nodded and we sat down. It was quite a cold night so he pulled me close and wrapped one of his arms around me as we ate our picnic Nando's.
NIALL's POV
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Bright flashing lights interrupted our lovely night. Paparazzi I grabbed her hand and we ran off. I didn't want them to ruin my night. It had to be tonight. She was scared of the paparazzi. She really hated it. Because jealous fans sometimes send death threats and they all thought I was single. And now they'll hurt her. Force her away from me. It's happened before. But not this time. I don't care what anyone says to her and no matter how distant she tries to get so the fans will stop, I'll just grab her close again. I l’amour her. I honestly hope to marry her someday. She's perfect. Perfect for me. We reached her house and she invited me in. She didn't want to be alone right now. She knew that the paparazzi had gotten pictures of twm and she needed some comfort. We sat on her canapé and I held her close. She sat in my lap and I wrapped my arms around her. She leaned her head in the crook of my neck and everything seemed okay for right then.
NIALL's POV
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Okay. This didn't work very well for Harry but I think it'll work for me. I just lit up 45 candles on a bridge. I think it's beautiful. I have a picnic of Nando's in the middle. I can't cook. I called her.
... Ring... Ring... Ring....
"Hello?" I heard her sweet voice flood through the phone.
"Hey Al. Come to the park. Go to the bridge."
"The one that I love?"
"Yeah. The pretty one."
"Okay. Be there in 10!" she a dit and hung up.
I started putting fleurs everywhere. I had bought 11 bouquets. 10 to decorate with and 1 to give to her.
AL's POV
xxxxxxxxxxx
I walked across the park heading towards my favori bridge. The bridge I had loved as a child watching the poisson swim under it. I saw Niall waiting for me. He ran up to me and kissed me. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close, protecting me from the night's cold air.
"I l’amour you." He smiled.
"I l’amour toi forever." I smiled back, leaning my head against his.
"Come here." he said. He took my hand gently, and lead me over to the bridge.
"Oh my god. It's beautiful. toi did all this?" I asked looking into his blue eyes.
He nodded and we sat down. It was quite a cold night so he pulled me close and wrapped one of his arms around me as we ate our picnic Nando's.
NIALL's POV
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Bright flashing lights interrupted our lovely night. Paparazzi I grabbed her hand and we ran off. I didn't want them to ruin my night. It had to be tonight. She was scared of the paparazzi. She really hated it. Because jealous fans sometimes send death threats and they all thought I was single. And now they'll hurt her. Force her away from me. It's happened before. But not this time. I don't care what anyone says to her and no matter how distant she tries to get so the fans will stop, I'll just grab her close again. I l’amour her. I honestly hope to marry her someday. She's perfect. Perfect for me. We reached her house and she invited me in. She didn't want to be alone right now. She knew that the paparazzi had gotten pictures of twm and she needed some comfort. We sat on her canapé and I held her close. She sat in my lap and I wrapped my arms around her. She leaned her head in the crook of my neck and everything seemed okay for right then.
